Part 155 (2/2)
”Monsieur de la Mole; did you not say that he was the guilty party?”
”I said that he was the instrument.”
”Well,” said Charles, ”Monsieur de la Mole first; he is the most important. All these attacks on me might arouse dangerous suspicions. It is imperative that there be some light thrown on the matter and from this light the truth may be discovered.”
”So Monsieur de la Mole”--
”Suits me admirably as the guilty one; therefore I accept him. We will begin with him; and if he has an accomplice, he shall speak.”
”Yes,” murmured Catharine, ”and if he does not, we will make him. We have infallible means for that.”
Then rising:
”Will you permit the trial to begin, sire?”
”I desire it, madame,” replied Charles, ”and the sooner the better.”
Catharine pressed the hand of her son without comprehending the nervous grasp with which he returned it, and left the apartment without hearing the sardonic laugh of the King, or the terrible oath which followed the laugh.
Charles wondered if it were not dangerous to let this woman go thus, for in a few hours she would have done so much that there would be no way of stopping it.
As he watched the curtain fall after Catharine, he heard a light rustle behind him, and turning he perceived Marguerite, who raised the drapery before the corridor leading to his nurse's rooms.
Marguerite's pallor, her haggard eyes and oppressed breathing betrayed the most violent emotion.
”Oh, sire! sire!” she exclaimed, rus.h.i.+ng to her brother's bedside; ”you know that she lies.”
”She? Who?” asked Charles.
”Listen, Charles, it is a terrible thing to accuse one's mother; but I suspected that she remained with you to persecute them again. But, on my life, on yours, on our souls, I tell you what she says is false!”
”To persecute them! Whom is she persecuting?”
Both had instinctively lowered their voices; it seemed as if they themselves feared even to hear them.
”Henry, in the first place; your Henriot, who loves you, who is more devoted to you than any one else.”
”You think so, Margot?” said Charles.
”Oh! sire, I am sure of it.”
”Well, so am I,” said Charles.
”Then if you are sure of it, brother,” said Marguerite, surprised, ”why did you have him arrested and taken to Vincennes?”
”Because he asked me to do so.”
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